Author: Jessica L. Morris
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You Were Always There
I have reached for You in a million different ways – so many of them diseasedor frightenedor belligerentor dismayed – all while Your Spirit within meprayed the words I could not say: “I am Yoursdear Lord.With You, I am not afraid.” It sounded like groaning to me but now I know – it was You,…
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A Tainted Nation
For Paul Clark and Dan Berrigan How like the horrors of a generational dysfunctional family is our nation?! The lies we tell to appear well,to ease our hearts while waging and engaging in war,to fill our bellies full and overflowing with legal potions that stave off disease instead of cure? Oh, how long until this…
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Specks of Light
Floundering madly or floating lethargically I had no idea – consciously – how far I was from the Truth. Thankfully, the Truth knew and mercifully tossed millions of specks of Light into my madness – persistently – until One got through. Shoot for the Stars, by Ivy Stevens-Gupta https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Ffineartamerica.com%2Ffeatured%2Fshoot-for-the-stars-ivy-stevens-gupta.html&psig=AOvVaw2tPEv-TQelOweh0UxzyN69&ust=1723899459989000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=0CBUQjhxqFwoTCPiWm4vI-YcDFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE
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The Kingdom of Innocence*
I wonder if I was there still when my lungs burst forth with that first cry…? Maybe that’s why I cried – because this world had ripped me from the paradise of being all I was created to be.Now, that would make it all make sense – the seekingthe searchingthe runningandhiding,the tears anddesperation, and, oh,…
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The Violent Silence
What on earth are we trying to say?The decimal level is either too loud or too intenseor barely audible.We cannot even hearour own words.This intensely loud silencehas crushed the ears of our hearts andeven though we can seeour mouths movingand feel our hands flailing there is stillnothingwe can hear.
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Matthew 24*
The stones of the temple – massiveheavystubborn – must be overturned.An impossible task – and not just that – unwanted as well.An unwanted impossible taskparalyzing petrifying stripping the one who stays stuckof life and love and light.Perfection – so heavy a stone to budge. And Satan smirks. *With thanks to Anthony de Mello’s The Way…
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Even Shame Has a Purpose
What tinge of shamehas ever caused healingor evenrefrain from sin?Only that which forced me to hide my face in the muck until breath was absent and the door of life nearly shut.There where I could no longer see or hear or taste anything of this world was where Your Presence I first sensed – cloaked…
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The Joy He Brings
Like the wafting aroma of sweet honeysuckle blooms near a sticky summer sunset God’s joy flows in andout and all around my soul cleansing my breath of this day’s foibles and snares… until the joy He brings my heart can now share.
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You, Dear Lord
You, dear Lord, You are all I need. You fill every cavernously empty spotwith an elixirbeyond description. No food,no drink,no drug,no manhas ever – or will ever – produce such joy!You, dear Lord,You are all I’ll ever need.
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He Is There*
It is as if I’ve been awakened from a dream – gasping breaths relax down to a calming rhythm and long, barely lit hallways are now nature’s paths deeply held by bold and soft colors and blended with the soothing songs of doves. Because now I see He Is There Everywhere – shining His light…